DebraIonaVogel

Four friends made a found footage movie. Not a good one, at that.

They set it up as a business building closed for the night and our four weird looking, self-styled actors (which is a strong word for what they do in this movie) decide to ghost hunt. Every line is improved. Not well, it's just nobody wrote lines or a script.

Just the empty building premise (which looks exactly like my dentist's office building) with off screen PA's moving stuff around so they can run here and there.

A doll "levitates". Or, is pulled up with string so badly you'll actually cringe.

Toss in the obligatory weird janitor who drops hints and fore shadows. So, so horribly done.

It's bad. Their acting, the way they look, the sets...all bad. There's not a single phone in the entire building? They don't have phones?

I'm ashamed of myself for watching this. I hope to spare you my regret.

I first saw the Airport movies as a kid; the Friday night movie specials.

I loved them! Great character development...even if, then, it went right over my head. Now, I see how cheeky they were- adultery, marriages breaking down and master airplane mechanic (George Kennedy in the first one) who just wanted some alone time (wink, wink) with his wife.

I was enthralled-the entire movie took place inside of an airplane. Great! I was going to get to know and care about these people.

The only down part for me, uniquely for me, was that my dad was an actual aerospace engineer and ruined the sequels with facts that I didn't want to hear.

"Go away, Dad, you're ruining the movie!" Fond memories now, but then...I was annoyed then. I didn't need a physics lesson. I just wanted to watch this!

This movie and the sequels all hold up. Love them! Just be careful who you watch them with...

If you were alive, a teenager, you knew the Brat Pack.

I was and did, but never read the article that has/had these actors all in a tizzy. I just thought it was a nickname given to spoiled, indulged young actors. Not that I knew ANYTHING about them. The title, that label made me believe it.

I liked the movies and saw the tabloid headlines while waiting in line at the grocery store. Still, I watched their movies. All of them. Publicity, as they say-never a bad thing,right?

Talk about First World problems, Andrew...

I didn't make it all the way through. Too much cry me a river. They were, still are, successful working actors. Someone wrote something unkind (was it, though?) about them decades ago. How awful for not every single thing in one's life not to go exactly as planned or prefectly.

Seriously, Andrew, look around. This is the thing you decided to create a documentary about?

Brats or not, they made engaging movies that defined- or documented- a generation's unique blip in time. I can't work up any tears for them.

And certainly not for " brat-pack adjacent". Good grief, I was out at that exact moment.